I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate.
And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!” “It’s the same difference!
Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)
I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.
Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.
My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.